A silent gateway

sitting Zazen

asking, What is this?

what is it that floats from the mind-heart

on a wave of Unborn Buddha Mind?

the first syllable of a word left to dissolve

or a brilliant small bird springing up,

green wings quivering.

the third eye opening,

what does it see?

a metta chant for all beings

for the tender inhalation of awakening

or a flood of tears, jagged and liberating

rolling to the beads of my mala

but there are no answers

only the gateless gate

there to step through time and time again

in Zazen.